Sitting in my sorrow,
love I have to borrow.
Everytime we speak,
It hurts another week.
Time will pass till then,
will passion still defend?
Four monthes to go,
time crawling too slow.
I need your embrace,
look into your gorgeous face.
Take me before it's too late,
I just need to know this fate.
This pain will last a long while,
untill I come across that smile.
Look into your eyes,
sitting here as our time dies.
 
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